Page 117 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who’d woken up in a bad mood. Amy rose from the bed, placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her gaze narrowed. “Who did you think I was last night?”

Her question caught him unaware. “Someone else.”

“Obviously. Do you make it a habit to chain strange women to your bed and fuck them senseless?”

A nasty grin formed. “You weren’t exactly fighting me off, angel.”

“Funny. Those scratches on your face seem to say differently.”

They could spend all day arguing over all the ways last night was wrong…and oh so right. Andrew didn’t have time for that.

“You shaved.” Her comment took him off guard.

Andrew rubbed his jaw, touching the smooth skin. “So?”

“I recognize you now.”

She knew him? “How?”

“I looked you up online. Googled your name and saw a few short clips from your show. I thought your eyes looked familiar last night, but I was jet-lagged and not thinking very clearly. The beard threw me.”

“Where’s Harper?”

Amy’s face lost its color, her flushed cheeks fading to white. “Harper?”

“Don’t play stupid. Where’s my sister? Is that who you were talking to on the phone?”

Amy released a long sigh and sank on to the mattress. “I don’t suppose you’ll just take my word when I say she’s fine.”

He crossed his arms. “You’re right. I won’t. Tell me where she is.”

“She asked me not to. And I promised I wouldn’t.”

Andrew frowned. “Harper wouldn’t do that. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”

Amy shrugged. “I guess you do now.”

He tried to figure out why Harper would skip town without telling him. His mind drifted back to a disagreement they’d had a few weeks earlier. Harper had said something about needing to get away. He’d offered to take her on location with him, but she’d said she was twenty-five and more than capable of taking a vacation on her own. He had tried to convince her it was no fun traveling alone. Eventually she just let the conversation drop and he thought she’d given up on the idea.

Apparently she hadn’t.

Andrew sat down on the bed next to Amy. He wasn’t making progress with his asshole routine. Time to turn on the charm. He reached out and grasped her hand. Amy accepted it, though suspicion filled her eyes.

“All I’m asking is where she is, Amy. It’s not like I’m going to fly off to parts unknown to find her.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what she said you’ll do.”

“She’s wrong.”

Amy gave him a grin he instantly distrusted. “Then why do you need to know where she is?”

His grip tightened. “Is she in the country?”

Amy didn’t reply, her gaze holding steady on his, offering him no clue. Why was Amy here when Harper wasn’t?

The truth crashed down on him like an avalanche. “Motherfucker. She flew to Australia, didn’t she?”

Amy tried to hold steady, but this time, he caught her slight wince. His sister had taken off halfway across the goddamn planet.